One Of The Good Ones

One of the good ones I feel it
Just trying to make me a livin'
Driving the big old black diesel
Drinking the black gold for me
It give me the freedom I love it
Thinking on really for what, it’s
One engine driving another
So this emotional cutter
Sell you a whole lot of nothin'
My baby sing to me
That make me happy
I don’t know why I
Should care 'bout anybody
One of the good ones I feel it
Worked every day I was given
I been alone my whole life, I
Never had time for a wife
Deliver a lover from Russia
Getting her under the cover
Tell her it’s better than other
Alternate living conditions
And it’s okay in the village
And it’s alright in the town
Until it’s a fuckin' tradition
Slavery alive and kickin'
Even if not cotton-pickin'
My baby sing to me
That make me happy
I don’t know why I
Should care 'bout anybody
Oh, it just keeps coming
Oh, the big accident
Oh, when I feel nothin'
I’m happiest
One of the good ones, I feel it
Spent a life searchin' for meanin'
How much you want for the blame?
Gimme a price on the shame
Or is it you want me to fight
The very foundation inside?
The apathy of human life
To foreign and faraway strife
Who is this boy before me
Who drowned all alone in the sea?
Tell me how long I should wait
Before I can turn me away
My baby sing to me
That make me happy
I don’t know why I
Should care 'bout anybody
Oh, it just keeps coming
Oh, the big accident
Oh, when I feel nothin'
I’m happiest
Oh, it just keeps coming
Oh, the big accident
Oh, when I feel nothin'
I’m happiest